The Capital

The Capital



Enter the capital if you must.

Then hang your soul upon the door.

Drape yourself in greed and lust.

The only allowable décor.



Exchange your soul for silver pieces.

A thousand Judas’ abound.

Watching as your share increases.

Your cherished dreams have all but drowned.



Point no finger at the furor

Of avarice and wealth.

For that image lies within a mirror.

Pointing at yourself.



You see the weak, you see the poor.

And yet you violate.

You say it’s them you’re fighting for

But you’re in the First Estate.



Judgment day approaches fast.

You now have no protection.

It seems today you will not last.

In the upcoming election.



From your throne you are now cast.

Stripped of your stately worth.

Beset by demons from your past.

You come tumbling back to Earth.



You flee the capital with fear.

Vowing never to return.

For corrupted lives you shed a tear.

Deep in your soul they burn.



You return home to start anew.

You wipe away your slate.

Thankful that the nightmare’s through.

Realizing it’s not too late.

 

wow i like that poem did u write it urself or is it someone elses works?

 

that was great, the rhymes were clever and original and the meaning was delivered nicely. good job

 

Tree Fiddy's right, that's a nice one right there. I like how you left them hope, whereas so many poems like this don't even consider such people savable.